I thought I'd be putting him down Tuesday but he declined so much since I made the appointment that I found a new vet and did it today instead. It was extremely difficult to make a last minute appointment for a home call euthanasia right before a long weekend but one vet was willing to come when I called her while crying and told her that he was completely immobile and peeing on himself. She said she usually doesn't do home calls for new patients but this was a special circumstance. She was very kind and I am very grateful for her letting my boy be in a safe place for his final moments.
My home feels so empty. I keep thinking that I'll walk into my bedroom and he'll be laying on his little warm pad where he always laid, ready for a hug. But he's not there.
I held him in my lap when she gave him the shot. When he passed I couldn't move because the feeling of holding his limp body was so horrible. I'm so alone now. My girlfriend is so far away. There's no one for me to hold, because usually in a moment like this I'd be holding him. He was my oldest childhood friend. All these thoughts I'm writing just keep rolling through my head and I keep saying them to myself. All I can think about is my sweet boy. I have so much work to do this weekend but I don't know how I'm gonna do it. I need to bring him to a crematorium tomorrow, so he's just laying in the coldest room in my home right now.
As someone who has lost a number of beloved pets over the years -- he is dead but not gone. You will remember him and in that way, he will always live on. It will be in stupid, gut-wrenching, ways at times - like passing their favorite brand of treats in the store or finding a toy of theirs, hidden away in some part of your house, but eventually it will hurt less and serve more of a reminder of the time you spent together.
I'm so sorry for your loss comrade.